Walking down the streetsTrying to ignore the glances,The glares, the laughterThat surrounds meIt doesn't bother me anymoreI'm used to it by nowDoesn't matter thoughThey won't get over itI could never be like themI could never conform to their waysI need to be my own personNo one seems to understandNothing they say will affect meI want my time here to be meaningfulI am my own personI don't need to follow their waysIt would be untrue to who I amNothing they say will penetrate meI do not need their approval to be me

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